There are some times when your phone rings and you just know.

So Frankie called, and the basic story is that his baby's mom found out about me. Now, I knew this was eventually going to come up, but I guess I just didn't think about it all the way through. She's upset because she doesn't want her kid growing up with a father who's dating other girls all the time. And honestly, I can totally understand that. I mean, it's not like me and him were planning on breaking up anytime soon, but realistically, somewhere along the line something will happen and me and him will part ways. So no matter what our good intentions may be, she has a valid point.

I guess I just thought that as me - the only person in this situation without the binds of responsibility for actions I didn't make - that I would have some sort of choice where no one else did. Most girls my age would have fled at the first mention of this situation. Not only did I stay, but I was willing to open up my life and my heart to a child that was not mine.

I thought the logical reaction would have been gratitude.

I guess it's good that this happened sooner than later. I really was getting attached to Frankie, and I think me and him would have had a lot of good times together.

I keep hearing in my head what Mike said to me a few months ago, about loving someone enough to let them go. And I realized, very much surprised, that I'm doing this not for myself or for Frankie, but for his son. I guess Skunk was right. I would have made a good mother after all.

I'm gonna go cry while I build a podium now. Anyone wanna go get a beer tonight?